cornerstones

you're not loving me enough

i'm so mad

don't tell me you're leaving me

liah????

what do you want from me............

your heart

and soul

no

you're so mean to me

no really i just remembered you were partly responsible for the destruction of my hmd...

i wanted revenge

ah.....i see the truth behind all of this

also i'm pretty sure haru ruined your hmd far more than i did

yeah that's it

dw i put tsukki is a slut in glittertext on her hmd... this is far more tame

bros b4 hos and all that

congrats on your conquest then i guess

congrats on gaining more harassment i guess

eh no one can top spoon, that menace

i can't deny that

but personally i enjoy every piece of harassment from spoop

well you both do play trash

so

your face is trash

"E M O T I O N A L"
by liahsama for val the menace.

a.k.a. a foretelling of future events pls stop resisting me

It’s been a difficult adjustment, being sent to a place where he only knows a few people. His family isn't there, it’s just him, Iwaizumi and for some stupid reason, Hinata is there too. He’s played it off as a joke for a while, as some kind of practical joke that will stop one day but he still knows that nothing will change. He’ll wake up the next day and the day after that and that empty hole in his heart where volleyball once was will grow and grow until it consumes him.

His palms ache for the feel of a ball. His eyes burn from trying to not cry, especially after they’d landed on the next planet. It was his first, Iwaizumi's second. He hasn't said goodbye to a planet yet at this point, but it’s looming. The natives are getting more and more agitated, and they’re starting to fuck up missions. He already feels the pressure too, knowing that if there’s one wrong move it could mean his own death or the death of someone else.

Iwaizumi's death, even.

So far they've been lucky enough to get by, but he’s not dumb even if he might act it sometimes. It’s choosing their allies well that get them through. Neither of them have a power like some others here, even if they might be pretty strong on the court.

And again, it aches.

He knows that Iwaizumi sees through all the supportive smiles he gives others too, knowing that there are others there who might be crumbling down. He can feel eyes against his back and bites his tongue to resist the urge to turn around and check. He pretends to not notice.

Some nights he does cry. He grips at the jersey he arrived with and pours bitter tears into the fabric, clutching it against his face as he tries to remember how to breathe. Most people would turn to their friend, but no, Oikawa pours his heart into the only thing he has left of his great passion in life.

He doesn't have the heart to ever actually say how much of himself he’s losing anymore. Especially not to Iwaizumi. However, he’s also an idiot for not realising that he’d notice, too.

“Oi, open up.” The shutter to the bed is sound proof, but rattling it isn't something that can stay unnoticed for long. The shutter shifts against the frame, creaks and pops back into place. His eyes are tired when he presses the button, waiting for it to fall back into place, but they’re also dry yet strangely puffy.

“Iwa-chan?” For what it’s worth, he doesn't realise just how awful he looks, or seem to recognise that one hand is still clutching his jersey like it’s a life line. His other hand reaches up to brush through his hair. He squints into the dim lighting, unsure of if he’s seeing things. “What’re you—“

“Shift over, idiot.” There’s a bump as Iwaizumi's arm nudges his shoulder and Oikawa takes a minute to blink stupidly up at him, carefully moving further into the bed. The shutter is closed minutes after, leaving them alone in the small space. “Didn't I tell you to let me know if you’re upset?”

Oikawa wavers. It’s clear on his face as he leans back, pretending to be okay, even if this is like living in a nightmare. He doesn't know how Iwaizumi has lasted so long, honestly, and maybe that’s why he feels comfortable enough (finally) to lean forward to bury his face against his neck. His arms curl around his best friend like a lifeline, breathing him in until he’s choking on air and trying to push back a new set of sobs.

Neither of them should be here.

“Sorry—“ Oikawa starts, only it comes out gross and wet because they both know he’s always been a horrible crier. It’s enough to put anyone off. “—It’s not like you have time for this either, is it?”

“Time for what?” Oikawa isn't sure if he’s really that dumb or not, but it’s enough to make him pull back, peeking up at Iwaizumi from under his lashes. His fingers grip tight at his uniform, and instead of replying properly he gives him a watery smile.

“This uniform looks really good on you, Iwa-chan.”

“That face looks really bad on you, Trashykawa.”

It’s something that makes Oikawa laugh though, and that’s something precious in a time like this. Iwaizumi even smiles back at him, falling into an easy pace as he leans back against the wall. Oikawa follows him, settles against him like one might to an anchor of strength.

“I’m not kidding, you know.” Oikawa mumbles it close to Iwaizumi's skin, waits for a beat before he continues. He can hear as much as he can see it when the other teen has to swallow. “It suits you.” There’s a beat where Oikawa seems to consider whether he’s pushing too far, especially out of their comfort zone, to slide his thumb over the collar of Iwaizumi's blue uniform. He rubs his thumb up over the hem until it grazes his jaw instead. His own breath hitches before he can stop himself.

“It’s just a uniform.”

“You seem different.” There’s something in Oikawa's tone there that Iwaizumi doesn't like, but he doesn't comment just yet. “Like you've grown a lot while you've been here.”

Don’t leave me behind.

“Haven’t had much choice.” This time it’s easier for him to settle into the motions, knowing that Oikawa is actually being honest now, is actually finally speaking to him about it all properly.

“You've always been stronger, Iwa-chan. You don’t need to deny that.” There’s a wry smile on Oikawa's face as he looks back up at him, taking a moment to assess just how much difference he can see now. “But I've always needed you.”

This time, as he lowers his head to his neck, he hovers for a moment as if he’s deliberating something. The light touch of lips to skin is hesitant as hell, and his hands automatically reach out for the other teen’s shirt for grounding. He feels Iwaizumi's hand twitch for a moment, as well as the way he freezes up and he knows this isn't something you’re supposed to do to your best friend but he’s needy.

He needs him for support, but he also just needs to be aware he’s there through thick and thin. Oikawa's throat tightens as Iwaizumi seems to finish thinking through whatever he needs to think through and his hand presses against the back of Oikawa's neck. It’s tighter than he expects and a noise of complaint slips out, but soon after fingertips are running over the skin there.

“You’re stronger than you think. Just stop making dumb decisions and it might work out.”

“Is this a dumb decision?” Oikawa asks that even though his voice is muffled by the fact that he hasn't properly pulled away from Iwaizumi's neck. His stills, trying to remember to breathe as he waits.

“I don’t know.” It’s a soft exhale, and really they’re both dumb in this kind of area and it’s not as though it’s something they've considered before. Hell, Oikawa pretty much has any pick of the girls at home so why would he—

So really, why would he??? “Is this even what you want?”

It’s a blunt question and something about the way it’s said makes Oikawa bite down until the skin of Iwaizumi's neck bruises. He’s careful to do it low enough that the high collar of his uniform should hide it, but it’s still… risky.

“Don’t tell me what I want, Iwa-chan.” It’s said with a pout, with Oikawa pulling back enough to look him in the eye. His face is clearing up now a bit, no longer as puffy from the crying.

“Well, is it?” Iwaizumi rubs at the sore spot on his neck and glares. “I sure as hell don’t know.”

“Would it hurt to try?” Oikawa's tone of voice shifts a little, curiosity getting the best of him, especially now they’re close like this. Maybe it’s the question they needed, because neither of them reply then, awkwardly looking at the other while being unsure of who should move first. In the end it ends up being Oikawa who leans forward, taking it slow so Iwaizumi can push him away if he changes his mind. There’s nothing explosive about their first kiss. It’s nothing like how poets write about first kisses at all.

If anything it’s messy. Oikawa ends up too eager in 45 seconds flat and Iwaizumi ends up nearly biting him. Their teeth clang. Oikawa grips too much at Iwaizumi's shirt, Iwaizumi doesn't grip enough and instead sits there like a dying fish unsure of where to put anything.

But it brings the first real laugh they've had in months when they pull apart, facing their failure with a lot of courage, really. It’s a big step away from what they've known, just as this place always has been.

“I’m willing to try again if you are.” Maybe it hasn't saved Oikawa for good, they both know that, but it’s given him a hope that he didn't have before.

THE END

no flames pls this was made with love and affection
kthnx

five million years late but you're an embarrassment

i can't believe you

i wish i'd screencapped you telling me you were saving it to your harddrive...

it's okay, i know the truth

no hate pls only srs crit

i only saved it to my harddrive for future blackmail purposes

though at this point i'm not sure you have any shame left

why would i have shame

when i play oikawa

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